The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep. I fear lest I lose you when I'msleeping. Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I start up and stretch my hands totouch you. I ask myself, "Is it a dream?" Could I but entangle your feet withmy heart and hold them fast to mybreast! Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave.